Huh? Are they all real?

On the second floor of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce, the branch president of the Baratheon region had just changed into pajamas and was ready to rest.

Then he heard someone knocking on the door:

"President, there is a guest I think you need to receive in person."

The branch president's unhappy expression was instantly suppressed.

"Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes now."

"Yes, President."

The branch president asked while changing his clothes:

"What kind of guest is it? A transcendent, a noble, or both?"

"Not sure, but he looks like an ordinary civilian, President."

"You called me without knowing this? What business does he want to discuss?"

The slightly surprised branch president accelerated his actions.

A successful businessman would not act like a fool. His people would come to him at this time, which obviously showed that the other party was special.

"President, he has the notes of Lord Westeros."

"The notes of the Grand Duke?"

The branch presidents couldn't help but exclaimed.

This thing can't be said to be contraband in Baratheon, but it is obviously not welcome on the surface.

Although the branch president knows that many nobles who escaped death from the Grand Duke will secretly collect the Grand Duke's various relics.

To be honest, the branch president can't understand the thoughts of this group of people.

Shouldn't you hate everything about the Grand Duke of Westeros?

Why do you curse him to death while buying the Grand Duke's relics at a high price?

The branch president can't understand, but he is a businessman, he just needs to collect goods and sell them at a high price.

Therefore, as for the Grand Duke's notes, even their chamber of commerce only had a few unimportant documents with signatures.

"You said he looked like a civilian, but he had the Grand Duke's notes in his hand. What kind of notes are those? Don't tell me what confidential documents they are. We don't touch that thing."

Can't cross the line, this is one of the fundamentals of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce to unite and grow.

The lobby manager said:

"President, don't worry, it's just a casual note from daily life. It doesn't even constitute a complete sentence."

"Is that so? That's okay."

Although such a note wouldn't be worth much, it was worth his effort. After all, it was to show the dignity of the Chamber of Commerce, and what if they still had goods?

While talking, the deputy president pushed open the door.

Seeing the president coming out, the lobby manager said hesitantly:

"President, I have asked someone to invite Mr. Hal."

"Hal? Why did you ask Hal? Is there something wrong with the note?"

Hal is a fortune teller who specializes in identifying these celebrity notes in their Chamber of Commerce.

He is a transcendent in the path of the prophet.

"President, I have seen it, and it is indeed the handwriting of the Grand Duke. But, but, it is too new."

Anyone who can become a lobby manager of a Chamber of Commerce must have unique abilities and a sharp vision.

"Too new?"

"Yes. Too new."

"What's the problem?"

In the extraordinary world, it's not strange to have something preserved very new.

"President, you will know when you see it. In short, I don't think it's a fake, but, but I always feel that it's too new to be real."

After the branch president looked at him strangely, he smiled and pulled his collar and said:

"That's because you are not good enough. You will see later. Just my eyes, hehe!"

"Ah, it's already this late, don't call Mr. Hal, let him have a good sleep!"

Hal, who was just woken up, was told that he didn't need to go.

He scratched his head and fell asleep again.

And on the Chamber of Commerce side, with the confidence of the branch president, he went up to the third floor and met Moen who was invited here first.

"Hello, dear sir, I heard that you have the notes of the Duke of Westeros here? Can I authenticate them?"

Moen naturally agreed and raised his hand to signal. The staff beside him presented the notes on the tray to the branch president.

The moment he saw the notes, the branch president broke out in a cold sweat.

This thing, this thing.

Is it real or fake? !

After looking at the lobby manager who seemed to be trying to hold back his laughter, the branch president wiped his sweat and smiled at Moon reluctantly:

"Please wait a moment!"

Then he solemnly took out a pair of white silk gloves from his arms and put them on.

After picking up the notes, the branch president first put it under the light to examine it carefully. The results of looking at it from a distance and close up were both really bad, but also really fake.

After rubbing his eyes, the branch president put it in front of his nose and smelled it carefully.

The more he smelled, the more he felt that this should be new paper that had been out of the factory for less than a week. He even smelled that it was produced by the Moss Paper Mill.

Theoretically, the result has come out here.

But the problem is that the Moss Paper Mill is a century-old factory. If someone had used a complex technique to preserve this note when the Grand Duke just wrote it.

This is not impossible.

After all, the handwriting on this piece of paper is exactly the same as the Grand Duke's handwriting.

But, how to say it, there is nothing secretive written on it, and it is not even a complete sentence.

It's as if the Grand Duke left it unconsciously when he was thinking about something.

If this kind of thing is not left by someone of the Grand Duke's level, it can't be worth anything.

So who would save this thing?

Since he had access to the original documents of the Grand Duke and had the right to dispose of and properly preserve them, wouldn't it be better for him to preserve something else?

At this moment, the branch president suddenly felt that the appearance of this thing seemed to be to torture them, the merchants who were doing appraisals.

After a few forced dry laughs, the branch president said to Moon:

"Please wait a little longer."

Then the branch president turned around and looked at the lobby manager and said:

"Quick, go and call Mr. Hal."

Poor Mr. Hal was called up again just after he fell asleep.

But he couldn't say no to the boss's words.

He had to rush over with a lot of complaints.

Looking at the Grand Duke's notes in front of him, as a fortune teller of the sixth sequence of the prophet path, his first reaction was that this must be fake.

After being in the Chamber of Commerce for so long, he also had some eyesight.

The handwriting was indeed the same, but it was too new.

So he didn't even take potions to prevent anything, and started his own divination.

"Sir, don't you drink some potion or prepare for the ritual first? This is the notes of the Duke of Westeros."

Divining a higher power, even if it is a dead higher power, is prone to accidents. After all, the higher power is just dead, not that the extraordinary entanglement left by them is gone.

Moreover, it is really not surprising that the higher power is resurrected.

The fortune teller smiled and said:

"No need."

Seeing this, Moen did not persuade him, anyway, nothing serious would happen.

The crowd then saw the confident fortune teller put his hand on the notes, and he fell over with his eyes closed.

Obviously, this is the real thing.

Only the real thing will cause problems for the extraordinary person who predicts it.

Looking at the fortune teller being carried away.

The branch president put away the notes that Moon had just written and said:

"You want this note in exchange for three moon flowers and 50 ml of Silver Spring. And, uh. Let me see. Sir, are you sure you only want to exchange these things?"

The list that Moon gave was all some useless gadgets. Of course, the most important ones are moon flowers and Silver Spring, and the rest are just to confuse people.

These two are the extraordinary materials that Moon needs.

"Of course."

"Sir, these things are not equal to the value of your notes. Please allow me to make up the extra difference for you."

Seeing the other party say this, Moon also smiled and said:

"It seems that we can have more cooperation in the future, sir."

The branch president nodded and smiled. This is the foundation for the Eastern Chamber of Commerce to become bigger!

But Moon followed up and said:

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring more celebrity notes to your chamber of commerce in the future!"

The branch president suddenly felt that he had done something stupid.

That thing may be real, but, but, it's too torturous!